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Who would have blamed him, for doing what he did, just two months after being hired in the office of one of the oh-so much big corporations, in the city?
No one, and if someone would, they are lying, because, you see, Taehyung is a young, attractive, man and as every men of his age he has… His own impulses? Needs?
Maybe it should be better to be sincere and say that he always had a healthy sexual appetite if confronted with his peers and months of abstinence, while job hunting, didn’t do any favors to his libido. Maybe it’s better to say that his coworker is his type and a flirty one too, so it didn’t take much to seduce him, or maybe it was just a basic, corporal need to satisfy for both of them.
Whatever excuse one can take, it started after two boring months seated at a desk, bowing at his team leaders and bosses and be very careful to wake up so early that he could be at his place half an hour before his shift started. It was ok, the check at the end of the month made everything worthy, until, one day, one of his co-workers was placed next to him and suddenly everything wasn’t ok anymore.
The slightly shorter, slim but muscular man next to him, was smiling brightly, with his wavy blond hair and perfect skin and Tae immediately went wild. It took less than a week to be cornered in the kitchenette where they usually brew their coffee, a high quality one, a little pleasure in a mostly boring office life, and be kissed so hard that Taehyung had to grip the man suit, to not fall on the ground
“Don’t play dumb with me Mr.Kim, I like you, and you seem to like me too” a soft, whispering voice breathed against his cheek, leaving in his hand, a pair of keys, moments later and most importantly, leaving a very dizzy, very aroused Kim Taehyung, who, looking at what was in his hand, had to ask himself if he was having a wet dream or something else. He was just given the key to the cleaning supply room?
Without uttering a word he flew through the floor, bowing quickly to say sorry to his co-workers, his senior yelling to not run like a child, to find himself near the staircase door, where said room was. He hesitated a moment, unsure of what those keys meant, if they meant what he was thinking, the man just kissed him in such a way that it should be loud and clear, but Taehyung already made a mess, in his previous office and had to resign, before being discovered and kicked out without his last paycheck.
Hey! Money is important, living in the city is incredibly expensive, after all and he likes to be very comfortable, in his staying, too. For sure, this time, he could be more careful but, how to resist the temptation? He won’t, so, with a foxy smile, he looked around himself and opened the door. A sudden sound, someone gasped and then a low, pleased voice reached his ears
“I’m pleased that you have accepted Taehyung” by using his first name he sealed the deal and when Taehyung close the door, well, let’s say that they used very less words and much of their bodies. From then on it became more than an occasional thing, Tae never knew how his co-worker had access to the spare keys to the cleaning room pantry, but they always found time for their encounters, it was a distractions, a way to burn some steam and to satisfy his high sexual drive, all in once.
When work was dragging along, he could always be in his Hyung arms, muffling his voice while he was bending him over, whispering how much he was good for him. It became so much an habit, that he changed his way of dressing too, choosing different ties, shirts who were less prone to stay wrinkled when mistreated (his Hyung liked to strip him fast and quickly) and going for things easy to wash and dry, since, one or two accidents happened, on days when the both of them were too eager and his lover liked to tease him harder than the usual.
Taehyung loved all of this, each encounter had a different flavor and he welcomed the cold key in his hand like the passport to a magical realm. Well, that door and the cleaning supply room were like that, to him.
One day, during the first, really cold week of fall, the office was overworked again, apparently, coming the next acquisition of a bunch of smaller firms, their corporation would have an influx of things to do, categorize and, for the happiness of one of his team leader: people to fire.
Taehyung put himself on the case of maintaining his well paid place, immediately, he accepted every client, work, new paper to copy, re-write, check or simply print, he stayed over his shift and started to take coffee to the meetings of his team leaders, becoming half a delivery boy and half a office worker.
But, if people were destined to be fired, some of them would be promoted, too, and a better position, with a change of department, meant more money at the end of the month! It was like this that he build up even more stress and that itch, relieved thanks to his Hyung, was now becoming more and more difficult to scratch.
Tae spent as much time as possible being his charming self, but, while typing on the keyboard of his PC, his mind was only able to go towards the long, slim hands of Hyung opening him well or working him off until he was so hard that he had to beg his lover to let him have his release.
He loved Hyung weight on him when he made him sit on one of the small tables in the room, taking him like that, kissing so hard that he usually came back with swollen lips, but, right at the moment, all of this was impossible to do.
He had to write, for the third, maybe, time, a report, that week, since one of the new people in their department made a mess once again and his boss was yelling, to the entirety of the floor, for that mistake.
His fingers were flying on the keyboard but, at a second glance, he groaned, being sure to not be heard by his senior co-workers, noticing how many mistakes he was making. He stopped, his back against the hard shell of the chair, massaging his tired eyes.
This won’t do. He glanced at the time on the screen and jumped on his feet, the pressure of the cleaning supply room in the pocket of his pants, making a beeline to his favorite door in the entire building.
This time, the door was already left a bit open, but the room had its light on, already, and, thinking his lover was in a showy mood, as often happened, he slipped inside, turning the light off
“Hyung” he called, almost begging “Hyung, you can’t be like that” he started their foreplay, his voice becoming a bit more of a thrill, he even pouted a bit, getting closer to the smaller, slim shadow in the room, it was his Hyung, of course, who would be in there, at that hour? That was their time after all.
The figure giving him his back turned around exhaling half of a laughter but at the vicinity of Taehyung, he didn’t make a move or run away, so the younger smiled fully, now crashing on the delicious body of his lover, craving their intimate moment.